Fourteen years had passed since that night, since the night the Hokage had sealed the Kyuubi into the infant Malkeru Leaf, fourteen years since she had sentenced him to a life of suffering, loneliness, and agonizing physical abuse from a village who despised him for who he was. It wasn't the fact that he was a Jinchuriki that they despised him, the whole world had become much more accepting of Jinchuriki's after Naruto proved the demon inside of you didn't make you a monster. No, they hated him for a much more simpler, primal reason. They hated him because he existed.
He was everything Naruto had pushed to stop, a prison for a, unless provoked, peaceful, albeit very powerful, being. They saw Malkeru as nothing more than an abomination that their beloved hero, their shining orange flash of Konoha, had tried to put an end to. They saw him as a weapon that would bring about an end to the two hundred year 'peace' that had existed between the five great nations. Although everyone knew that peace was a lie, shinobi villages still existed, they still churned out ninja, and they still took on missions. Because even though their were no conflicts between the nations, rogue shinobi, bandits, and other nefarious beings still existed, and they still tried to get whatever they wanted in the easiest way possible, by taking it.
Even though the Hokage, and her council members, and thought that the secret of Malkeru would stay, well, a secret, they forgot about one simple thing. Humans, no matter how terrible a secret they hold, love to gossip. Not even two years after the sealing, the whole village knew, and as soon as Malkeru started the academy, he knew as well. His first day of the academy, what was suppose to be the happiest day of his life, the first day he would finally be free of the orphanage and able to live on his own, was the exact opposite. That was the first day Malkeru nearly died, a student jamming a kunai into his clavicle, barely missing his jugular vein. The doctors said it was a miracle he was alive, that there was no way his wound should have healed that fast, apparently they didn't know the powers of the Kyuubi.
Two days after that, when Malkeru was finally released from the hospital and allowed to resume classes, that was when he found out, found out the ugly truth about himself. It was a Hyuuga boy who told him, after of course he and four of his friends beat Malkeru senseless in an attempt to free the Bijuu inside of him. That was the first time Malkeru realized he was truly alone, that he would never have any friends. Perhaps if he had been spared the kids finding out, perhaps then he could truly have a friend. But, without friends, he did the one thing he could, he trained. He trained until he could stop the abuse from the other kids. Day in and out, he broke his skin punching trees, he spent late nights sneaking into the jutsu library to study, he practiced his Taijutsu katas until his muscles ached and he couldn't move. But no matter what he did, he still seemed to be behind.
Six years of the academy and it was finally time, fourteen year old Malkeru was finally able to graduate and be put on a Genin team. Malkeru rose from his twin bed slowly, eyes still foggy. He looked around his rather clean, one room apartment and let out a content sigh. It was rather bare, as he didn't own much. Against one wall was a television, with a couch in front of it, the very same ones that had been there when he had moved in. Against another wall was his bed, across the room from which was the entrance to the bathroom, which was next to his refrigerator and oven/stove combo.
Malkeru lowered his feet to the cold wood floor, a slight shiver running through his body. It was like this every morning, the cold morning wind ran in through the cracks in the foundation of his home, causing his floor to become icy to the touch. He quickly ran to the bathroom, the only space without wooden floors, and the only space to escape the cold cold grasp of the cool morning air.
Removing his pajama shirt, he took a second to look at his reflection in the old mirror above his sink. His upperbody was muscled, slightly more than a child his age should be, but, that's what training day in and out did for you. The same muscled body was riddled with bruises and welts, signs of both training, and the beatings the academy students were still able to put onto him. Sighing, he ran a hand through his jet black hair, letting it run all the way the through his shoulder length mane, stopping at the top, a spiky mess he could never conquer, despite his best efforts. Removing the rest of his attire he stepped into his warm shower, the one thing that he looked forward to every morning. He just stood leaning against the shower wall, one hand supporting his weight, for a while, letting the hot water run over his aching, sore, battered body. He watched a single drop as it started from his arm, running down the length of it onto his chest, from there it ran down onto his abdomen, and onto the swirling seal on his stomach. The seal. The reason Malkeru's life was like this. He silently swore at the tattoo, his eyes drawing into a tight scowl.
When his hot water tank had exhausted it's supply, and his water quickly turned into what felt like ice, he removed himself from the shower, drawing a towel around his lower body. The one thing Malkeru did love about his small, one bedroom apartment was, believe it or not, the size. After his morning shower, the steam filled his house, warming the floors and giving his whole home a warm, welcoming feeling. Malkeru let himself get a small smirk as he walked from his bathroom to his bed, kneeling to pull out the two drawers that fit snuggly under his bedframe. Inside were all the clothes he owned in the world, three pairs of black shinobi pants, and two black shirts, one with the Uzumaki swirl on it, which was a big symbol in Konoha and worn on most of the shinobi's clothing, and one with the Anbu symbol on it. Malkeru had no idea who had given him these clothes, they had just shown up on his doorstep one day. Which was quite fortunate for him, as none of the retailers in Konoha would sell to him.
Now dressed in his black pants and Uzumaki swirl shirt, he began to put together his gear, tying bandages around his right leg in preparation for his Kunai holster, and slipping his shuriken bag around his belt, sliding the small pouch to his rear. With his Shuriken holster secure Malkeru took one final look around, checking and double checking he didn't forget anything. The last thing he needed was to give the students, and some of the less professional teachers, a reason to mock him. Slowly, he slipped out of his door, locking it behind him. He took in a deep breath of the morning air, allowing it to fill his lungs. It was crisp, and smelled of pine and birch, a nice natural smell.
Walking down the stairs of his second story apartment he noticed the usual graffiti on his walls, 'Die fox die', 'No one wants you', so on and so forth. Malkeru just sighed, over the years he had stopped even bothering cleaning it up, the citizens of Konoha would do it for him when they wanted more room to write. He began to walk towards the academy, sticking to the back roads as often as he could, which was a great deal of the trip. The final leg of his trip consisted of him having to walk through the crowded marketplace however, which was always his least favorite part of the day. The name calling began immediately, the threats of violence and death followed shortly after. Malkeru just kept his head down, staring at the ground in front of him, trying to drown out the voices. A piece of rotten fruit hit Malkeru in the head, causing him to stutter step from the impact. He closed his eyes, holding back all the anger that had festered over the years.
He continued walking, ignoring the items and threats being thrown at him, keeping his head down all the way. This time, however, the mob decided it would follow him. Malkeru panicked, sure the mob had always made his mornings hell, but they had never followed him past the marketplace before! He began to run, pumping his legs as fast and hard as they would go.
"He's making a run for it! Get him!" One of the men in the mob called out. The mob took off, a giant charging sea of angry civilians and shinobi. Malkeru knew he could outrun the civilians, that wasn't a problem. The problem, was beating the Chuunin and Jonin rank shinobi to the academy, they were sure to catch him before he could see his one safe haven. Although Malkeru detested going to the academy every day, he knew he was safe there, at least from adults. The Academy was monitored by Anbu, after all, who were incredibly loyal to the Hokage. Malkeru didn't know how the Hokage felt about him, personally, but he knew she didn't want to lose her vessel, her shining prize if he ever learned to master the Kyuubi's powers.
In his rush Malkeru didn't even notice the blonde boy who was standing in the road, looking lost as he scratched his head reading some piece of paper.
"Shit!" Malkeru yelled as he collided with the boy and tripped, hitting the ground hard on his knees. "No no no no.." He continued to yell, but it was too late, the shinobi were already on him, grabbing him by the shoulders and hoisting him up.
"Well, we caught the fox, didn't we boys?" A man who appeared to be the leader of the trio of Chuunin who had grabbed him said. "What should we do with him now?"
"I don't know if you're blind or not dude, but that's not a fox, that's a boy." The blond boy said in response to the Chuunin, "From the lack of headband, but Kunai and Shuriken holster he's carrying, I'd guess he's an academy student, so, and this is just me guessing here, but you should probably put him down and go look for your lost fox." The boy said sarcastically.
"Why you little...who do you think you are?" The Chuunin leader demanded.
"I'm Strider, but that's not important. What's important is, I'm nearly late for class, and you're holding the one person who can show me where to go." The boy was wearing shades, so Malkeru couldn't read him at all, the only theing Malkeru could tell was that he had a blank expression on his face, as if he really didn't care about anything.
"I don't have time for you kid." The Chuunin went on, pulling a Kunai from the holster around his leg, "I got me a fox to skin."
"Let me go you teme!" Malkeru yelled, struggling against the two men who held him. It was no use though, as strong as Malkeru was, the two men were stronger.
Strider just looked at the man, or at least Malkeru assumed he did, his shades completely hid his eyes. "You know," Strider told the Chuunin. "That scar along your face is very distinctive, why, all of you have very distinctive marks about you, you've seen combat, haven't you?"
The three men looked at the boy funny, "What's it to you?" the leader asked him.
"Well," the boy continued, "I may now know the lay out of this city, but, from the way you're holding that boy, lifting his shirt up every so slightly, I can see the seal on his stomach. Only one type of person has a seal like that, a Jinchuriki." Malkeru looked down and the boy was right, his shirt was lifted up about six inches, showing off about an inch or two of his Eight Trigram Seal.
"Then you understand what we're doing," the leader of the group pointed at the road behind Strider. "Follow this road a quarter mile and turn right, follow that road to the academy. Now, get out of here before I lose my temper."
Strider just continued to look at the men, as uncaring as he was when the conversation began. "What I understand is, Hokages love powerful weapons in their arsenals, and what is more powerful than a Jinchuriki?" Strider asked the man, "I'll tell you, nothing. Wars have been fought over them." Strider removed his shades, showing brown eyes that seemed to be angry. "The one building that I do know in this maze of a town is the Hokage building, and what do you think she would say when I described the three Chuunin who were attempting to kill her...weapon."
The three men paled at the threat, "You wouldn't dare." all three seemed to say at once.
"Oh, but I would." Strider replied. "Now put him down."
At once the men ungracefully dropped Malkeru, sending him crashing to his knees. Malkeru dropped a hand to catch himself from completely falling before rising himself to his feet. "Thanks.." He muttered to the blonde boy before taking off again towards the academy.
"No...I don't wanna know how to get to the academy..." Strider said sarcastically, putting his glasses back on. "Quarter mile down this road, then a right..." he repeated to himself. The three Chuunin had taken off, leaving the mob without any real power, so it soon dispersed, no point in chasing after the boy, he would have to come this way right after the academy.
Malkeru ran at full speed, sweat pouring from his orifices, if he made it to the Academy before the three Chuunin decided killing him was worth the risk of dealing with the Hokage, he would be safe. Before Malkeru could even think, Strider was ahead of him again, standing in the middle of the road, blocking his patch once again.
"How in the.." Malkeru muttered, sliding to a stop feet away from Strider. His hand nervously slipped to the buckle on his kunai holster, ready for anything.
"You know, you're not that fast." Strider said, slipping his hands into his pockets. Malkeru finally took note of the boys apparel, he was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with red sleeves, on the chest of which was a red circle with a yellow lightning bolt in the middle. Malkeru assumed the yellow lightning bolt was suppose to be an S, for Strider. He wore blue shinobi pants and the same blue sandals all other academy students wore. "I'm surprised you were even able to out run those Chuunin."
Malkeru's eyes drew tight, he had no idea what Strider was up to, but he had learned long ago, no one was nice to him without an ulterior motive. Slowly, he unclasped his Kunai holster, his middle finger slipping into the round hole of one of the sharp knives.
"Come now," Strider said to Malkeru, his shades directed at Malkeru's hand that now held a Kunai, "Is it really necessary to draw a Kunai on the person who helped you?"
"No one helps me without a reason, and it never ends well for me.." Malkeru answered, the Kunai was fully withdrawn, in an offensive position.
Strider stood there for a second, a single eyebrow raised. "I guess you're right, I did have a reason for helping you, but, it's not a bad one." Strider turned and began walking down the road again, heading for the academy.
Malkeru was confused, the tension in his eyes eased, and he lowered his Kunai. "Not a bad reason.." He muttered to himself. Curiosity over took him and he followed Strider, walking beside the boy down the dirt road that led to the Academy grounds.
"Well, I guess you're interested." Strider said, a cool, collected look on his face. "So, why did I help you, that's the question you have for me, ya?"
"Ya.." Malkeru answered, still unsure about the boy.
"Well, we're more alike than you know." Strider responded.
"What do you mean?" Malkeru asked him, confused.
A small smirk spread to Strider's face, "Well if I just TOLD you, what would be the fun in that." Strider paused for a second to enjoy the confused look on Malkeru's face. "Just know, you're not alone, there are people like you."
"Like me?" Malkeru asked, his mind working on the puzzle. "Do you me-"
"Hey." Strider interrupted, further enjoying Malkeru's confusion. "That's the Academy huh? Pretty impressive."
Malkeru hadn't even noticed, but they had indeed reached the treed entrance of Konoha Academy, the massive three story building that all hopeful Shinobi attended. The third story, however, was used as nothing more than a watch station, the building being in a perfect location with a view of multiple entrances to Konoha. The building was square shaped, with the southern wall missing, instead leading to a giant courtyard that held sparring areas, a track, and an area to practice throwing of various ninja tools. On the southern end of the western wall was a round building that acted as the main entrance and where all students were required to check in before they went to class.
As they entered the small circular building Strider couldn't sense signs of stress on Malkeru's face, his eyes never focused on the woman behind the desk, they stayed dead on the sign-in sheet. The woman was the next thing that drew Strider's attention, or at least, her eyes were. Her eyes were drawn into a tight scowl, her pupils head a deep, unending hatred in them.
'Woah, why do these guys hate Jinbro so much.' Strider silently thought to himself, using his new nickname for Malkeru.
"Oh, a new student!" The woman's mood and body language instantly changed, she again seemed like a caring, sensitive human being. "What's your name young man?"
"Strider." He answered cooly, "I'm here to take the exit exam."
"So am I," Malkeru said to Strider, keeping his eyes away drawn off of the woman. "But, don't you have to go through six years of Academy first?" Strider just smirked, keeping up his usual cool demeanor.
"I tested out, I'm a pretty fantastic shinobi ya'know?" Strider finished signing in, leading Malkeru down the hall towards their classroom. As they walked, Strider took close note of Malkeru's body language, trying to get to know more about with without talking. He wasn't his sister after all, talking wasn't cool.
Malkeru seemed to be tense, his face was tight, his eyes were constantly shifting around, watching. His hands were flexing, drawing into tight fist and relaxing constantly. His shoulders were drawn back and he looked ready to strike at any minute.
'Woah, Jinbro looks aaaaaangry.' Strider said inside his head. 'He should definitely talk to Rose.' The two reached their classroom, the last room at the end of the hall, room 115. Inside was a normal classroom, not really what one would expect future shinobi to be training in.
At the front of the classroom was a podium, which was next to a long wooden desk, presumably where the teacher sat. Line in front of the desk was several rows of long, near room length desk, each row on a riser that elevated it above the row in front of it. The class was loud when they entered, young, excited shinobi chatting and gossiping about what they figured the test would be, passing on what older siblings had told them, and what they were going to do after the graduated.
Malkeru broke off from Strider, taking his usual seat at the back of the class, in a row by himself. His hands were crossed, his chin resting on his thumbs and the base of his nose laying across his fingers. He had an empty look on his face, he was just waiting, waiting for all of this to be over, to finally escape from these bastards who made his life hell.
Strider grimaced for a second before returning to his usual look of detached coolness. He took a seat in the middle of the class as a black haired woman in a Jonin outfit entered the room. Her eyes were red, and had black tomoe swirling around within it. Her name was Nui Uchiha, and she was the most feared academy teacher in Konoha. At the age of twelve, she graduated from the academy at the top of her class. At thirteen she had already made Chunin and was well on her way to Jonin, which she made by the age of fifteen. Now, at the age of twenty, she was considered one of the strongest shinobi in the village. It was even rumored she could go toe to toe with the Hokage.
To the students, however, she was the scariest thing they had ever seen. Every students biggest fear was that after the exam today, they would be called to her desk, and told that they were not approved to graduate.
"Silence." Nui said, barely above a whisper. It was enough though, the room instantly went devoid of any noise. "Good," she continued. "Now, we have a new student in the class for our exam, so, make him feel welcome and all that." Nui walked behind her desk, opening the top drawer. From inside of it she withdrew a clipboard and an ink pen, "Alright now, today, we're going to have some fun!" A sadistic smile grew on the woman's face, her Sharingan making her look more demon than human. "Usually you all have to take a written exam and then show us some basic jutsu in order to earn the headband you see me wearing. However, because of a certain special student," At this point, she looked right at Malkeru, causing him to sink into his seat. "I get to make a special exam this year! Doesn't that sound fun!"
A student in the back raised his hand, standing at the same time. "But we all prepared for a written test, we weren't given a chance to st-" A kunai flew by the students face, grazing his long hair and sticking into the wall behind him.
"Were you prepared for that?!" Nui asked excitedly, almost too excitedly. "In the field, there is no time to study, there is no time to prepare. You have to think on your feet, be ready for anything!" Nui began to climb the steps at the side of the class, eying up each of the students. "If this had been a mission, you would be dead now, that kunai would have hit you in the face and ended up inside of your skull. In case you didn't know, that kills you." She drew another Kunai, twirling it on her finger. "So, everyone outside, to the courtyard, we're going to have some fun today."
Row by row the class filed outside in a single file line, down the hall and outside into the courtyard. Walking past the small, quarter-mile track, the class gathered around a circular sparring ring, chattering quietly among themselves while the class finished filing in.
"Alright, alright." Nui said, looking at her clipboard. "For the exam today, we will be...SPARRING!" Nui's face lit up and she had a huge smile on her face. "Doesn't that sound fun class?!" the groans from the class were unanimous, but it didn't deter Nui what so ever. "Alright, alright, don't be babies. Now, for the first match..." Nui looked at the clipboard for a while, finally a smile spreading across her face. "Ohhhh, this will be a good one! Our first competitor will be...MALKERU LEAF!"
The muttering began immediately as Malkeru walked through the crowd, his head was down and his eyes avoiding contact. Pushing through the people he made his way through the crowd, ending up at the middle of the sparring ring. He took a deep breath, calming his nerves. This should be easy, right?
"This is gonna be a good match! So so good!" Nui was almost bouncing up and down at the prospect of this. "Next up is...CLAIS HONTANE!" Nui sounded like an announcer at some cheap fighting match, holding out the vowels of the competitor's names, and putting way too much excitement into it.
From the crowd Malkeru could see the blonde head of his competitor, one Clais Hontane, prince of Dakuraith. Dakuraith was a rather large village that no one could really ever find, though it was suspected it laid on the border of the land of fire. Dakuraith was a village without a standing military, and as such, relied on Konoha for the majority of it's protection. In return it sent them talented young boys and girls to reinforce Konoha's standing shinobi 'army'.
Clais was the top of the class, a prodigy in his clans Kekkei Genkei, Pyuarirīsu. This technique involves the generation and manipulation of 'pure' energy, a much more potent version of the chakra that flowed through all living beings. Pyuarirīsu has a variety of uses, from long range beam techniques, to spreading out as a shield in front of the user. Although Clais's experience in Pyuarirīsu was limited, he was incredibly efficient in what he could use.
Clais looked cocky and arrogant as he strolled to the sparring ring, the crowd parting to make way for him. The crowd was cheering for him, as if he was some hero for fighting Malkeru. Malkeru was starting to become unnerved as the cheering grew louder and louder, he swore he head someone scream 'kill the fox!' from the crowd.
"Looks like I get an easy exam this year." Clais said, looking Malkeru in the eyes. The two boys were roughly the same height, with Malkeru being about an inch or so taller. Clais's well taken care of dress shirt and shinobi pants were a sharp contrast to Malkeru's baggy T-shirt and pants. "I'm gonna destroy you fox boy, there's no way I'm letting orphan garbage like you become a shinobi."
Malkeru gritted his teeth, his eyes in a tight scowl. Clais had been talking to him like this all his life, ever since the two had met years ago at the park on the outskirts of Konoha. Clais had just arrived and wanted to show off his princehood as soon as possible, being the arrogant person he is, even back then. As soon as he found out Malkeru was from the orphanage, the teasing and abuse had started. The one redeeming factor about Clais in Malkeru's eyes, was that he really didn't care that he was a Jinchuriki, only that he didn't have a family or a social status.
"Don't be so sure, pretty boy." Malkeru said through his gritted teeth, it sounding more like a feral growl than his own voice.
"Ohhh, the fox comes out does it? Finally showing some balls Leaf? Good, you're gonna need that courage." Clais smiled while he said this. Malkeru had enough, he ran at Clais, punching him in the solar plexus. Clais doubled over his eyes were wide and oxygen rushed from his throat. Malkeru followed through, jamming the gap between his pointer and thumb into Clais's throat, sending him to a standing position again. Sliding his hand past his neck, Malkeru placed the palm of his hand on the back of Clais's head, pulling down and bringing his knee into the blonde's jaw.
"Ohhhhhh, we got some fighters!" Nui said outloud. "I didn't even say go yet but I like the ferocity! Let's watch kids!"
'Wow, is this the same unconfident kid I met earlier?' Strider thought to himself, 'He's a totally different person right now.'
Malkeru threw his foot behind Clais, stepping through and twisting his body to throw a punch at the back of his neck. Clais twisted his body, grabbing Malkeru's fist with his own. Bringing his back foot forward, he drove his hand into Malkeru's pit, twisting his upperbody to throw Malkeru to the ground.
"Nobody hits me.." Clais said, weaving hand signs. He spread out his hands, a small white orb of flashing energy forming between them. "Enjoy my Kekkei Genkei, loser. Pyuarirīsu: Ribenji no gifuto!" Clais twisted his left hand, the ball of energy following it. With his right, he gripped his left wrist. Slowly he brough his left arm back, sliding his right hand up to his bicep. Pushing off with his legs, he swung his arm around, looking to bring the ball of energy straight onto Malkeru's chest, which he did.
The energy tore and ripped at Malkeru, incinerating the skin and bone of his chest. Pieces of his shirt flew in every direction, leaving his bare chest exposed. The force of the energy caused the ground around Malkeru to crack, leaving slight fissures underneath him. Blood spurted from his mouth as the energy reached and cut his lungs. When all of the energy had finally dissipated Clais slowly removed his hand from what was left of Malkeru's chest, blood dripping from his hand onto Malkeru's black shirt. With a smirk Clais put his hands into his pockets, walking away from Malkeru without a second glance.
"Get a medic!" Nui called to the students, her eyes were wide with what appeared to be fear. "No no, the Hokage is going to kill me!" Nui was over top of Malkeru before she even finished her words, green energy glowed over her hands as she attempted to to heal Malkeru's...wound? Where was it? His shirt was ripped, and his blood was all over the ground, a fragment of his chest cavity was touching Nui's knee, but, there was no hole, there wasn't even a scratch on his bare chest.
"Clais." Malkeru called, much to the surprise of the whole class. The chatter was deafening as Malkeru slowly pushed himself to his knees, then to his feet, taking his time to regain his balance. "We're not done here...not yet.." Steam rolled from Malkeru's chest as he stared down Clais, giving him a very menacing look.
'Ohhhh, is this Jinbro's Bijuu ability?' Strider let a small smirk fall onto his face, 'That technique definitely should have killed him, how interesting.'
"Well, well." Clais said, turning to face Malkeru and crossing his arms across his chest. "I was sure I hit you, even got your blood on my hand." Clais let out a little laugh, "You are an interesting one aren't you orphan boy?"
"I'll show you interesting." Malkeru was a totally different person now, an aura of confidence raidated from him, he seemed completely sure of himself. His hands were a blur as he weaved them through hand signs he had practiced a million times. As he lowered himself to one knee, he curved the fingers of his right hand, as if he was grabbing and clawing at a ball in his hand. His left hand came to grab his right wrist. Blue light began to spread across his lower arm, thining and forming into long jagged lines of light. The crackling came next, the blue light turning into lightning and running into his palm.
'That can't be...can it?' Nui asked herself, scratching at her chin in a thinking manner.
Clais looked around, scratching his head inquisitvely. What was that noise he was hearing? It sounded like..birds? Like the chirping of a lot of birds. 'What is this baka up to?'
Malkeru's eyes were drawn into a tight scowl, his focus completely on the jutsu he was attempting. His hand was beginning to glow with a blue white lightning, crackling and chirping as it begin to condense and shape into a ball in his hands. The cracked ground around the ball of lightning begin to chip, rocks raising and falling around the condensed chakra in Malkeru's hands.
"Now..." Malkeru began, his speaking very harsh and forced.. "DIE!" Malkeru roared, pushing off from the cracked and torn ground beneath him. His vision blurred as he ran, becoming hazy, unfocused. It was as if he wasn't in control of himself, as if his thoughts and actions were no longer his own. His mind snapped back as he felt the force pushing on his throat, saw Nui jamming her second hand into his shoulder, forcing him violently to the ground. Her knee was quickly on his chest, making his breath come in shallow and ragged.
"BREATH MALKERU! BREATH!" Nui screamed into his face, her Sharingan spinning wildly.
"BREATH NOW!"
Malkeru obeyed, taking in as many short shallow breaths as he could. As his anger subsided, his vision began to slowly return to normal, his body seemed to untense and his depressed, scared demeanor seemed to return. "S-sorry Nui-senpai..." Malkeru averted her eyes, he seemed ashamed.
Clais, on the other hand, had a look of pure shock on his face, almost fear. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape, and you can feel the tension rolling off of him. 'He...he was so fast...how did he do that..?' Clais thought to himself, realizing what Malkeru was trying to do.
"That's enough for me! You all pass!" Nui said, trying to hold back the fear in her voice. She had seen Malkeru's eyes before she slammed him into the ground, they weren't his normal charcoal eyes. They were deep, crimson red, and filled with hate. A single black slit ran down the center of them, creating a beast like pupil. Nui had studied enough books on Jinchuriki to know what that meant. The Kyuubi was breaking past the seal.